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Prompt: The long crust of the waning age
pocketful of anguirus

pocketful of anguirus

Model: DreamShaper XL1.0

Prompt:

The long crust of the waning age
Width: 1024
Height: 1024
Scale: 7
Steps: 25
Seed: 1406961621
Sampler: DPM++ 2M SDE Karras

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